Jackie was on her balcony air-drying in the spring freshness. The mid-afternoon sun was beaming down on her while she sat on her patio sofa. There was something relaxing about being naked out in the open while hidden within the safety of her little outdoor oasis. She had spent most of her day out there but had a break to take a shower in preparation for dinner with Raymond. A satisfied grin appeared on her face knowing she was going to spend a few hours with him. Over the past few months, they had grown closer. Their working relationship had blossomed into a trusting friendship and she could talk to him about anything under the stars. He had been there through her dramatic break-up with her ex-boyfriend and she consistently confided in him when times were tough as he always seemed to have wisdom to pull from. Unbiased opinions and a way of asking her the right questions that she may have forgotten to ask herself.
There was a downside to this beautiful friendship though. Despite cherishing everything her and Raymond had become, a part of her wanted something more. Something a little spicier. Her hunger from months before had only grown stronger but as time progressed, she was beginning to wonder if it was all just hopeless daydreaming. Aside from bluntly telling him that she desired to be taken and ravished by him, she felt as though she had dropped the appropriate hints. She began to think that it all was truly just a fantasy and that sometimes things just stayed within that realm. A darker side of her wondered if he had just not found her attractive in that way. A distinct possibility that brought out her inner saboteur who would convince her that she was not good enough to get what she wanted. That would not stop her this evening though. She was more than ready to share dinner and a chat with him. What went on in her mind would remain a secret.
A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back against the cushion. A subtle breeze caught her body, drawing her attention to her nipples which had become erect in the cool air. It was the little things that would set her off and this particular sensation caused her to think of moist kisses stimulating her in ways she had yet to experience. She had wished that Raymond was beside her now. As exposed as she was. She could imagine herself straddling his lap and taking him inside her while he gently sucked on her nipples and she ran her fingers through his hair. All while secluded within her little balcony oasis. The thought of such an encounter sent a shiver throughout her body. If only she could make just one of her fantasies come true. Another sigh escaped and her hand trailed down between her crossed legs.
The vibration of her phone from beneath her thigh awakened Jackie from her post-orgasm trance. She reached under to pick it up and saw that it was Lisa texting. The pair of them set off in a fury of fast paced messaging filled with cheeky ribbing about Jackie’s upcoming dinner. Right down to the very dirty detail that she had just spent the last fifteen minutes in a daze after fucking herself to take the edge off. Lisa had always been her cheerleader in many ways. Urging her to get out and explore. Reality was not as simple. The truth of the matter was that sex outside of self-pleasure had always hurt at some point. Though she fantasized frequently, her body seemed to always have a way of screwing it up for her. Their conversation trailed along and Lisa spared no words in trying to convince her to just drop the truth bomb on Raymond. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” she had written and for a brief moment, Jackie kind of agreed with her. As the afternoon sun crept further toward the horizon, Jackie decided to put a pin in the conversation with Lisa and get ready for her meeting with Raymond.
Mere moments were left once she had gotten dressed. She had chosen to go with Lisa’s flood of wardrobe options and opted for something that suited the context of her meeting but showed just the right amount of leg above the knee. A brown corduroy dress with shoulder straps that buttoned on, and a soft white turtle-neck. On top of her tights, she added wool leggings that went just above her knees in case they went for a stroll in the brisk spring air after dinner. She topped it all off with a denim jacket and gave herself a look in the mirror. After giving her outfit a once-over and turning side to side, she focused on her face and leaned towards the mirror. A fleck of dry skin was on her cheek and she picked it away and searched for more. Another, then another until she began to lose herself in concentration. At least until her phone buzzed again.
Like what you've read so far? This tale is nearly complete and I am so eager to add it to my collection. Sequel to Dance of Desire, and a lead-up to Thrills of Three, I'm lost in Jackie's Journey and focused on its completion.
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